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A Beautiful Exchange--Part Two

I fear to write all my experiences because I know my readers are varied in their theological beliefs. But I have also searched Scripture, and with my limited Bible college background, I have found that all my experiences fall into what God has done in his word both in the Old and New Testaments. So certain things I write may not fall into your scope of belief, but I fully believe they fall into everything God is and has been. 

I had no idea when this all started, how much I was going to learn about myself, about the God I love, and about my family and friends. 

The first night I had an attack, my husband took me to the hospital. I had been fighting a stomach bug for a week so the doctor put me on an anti-diarrhea medicine and took my electrolyte levels. I was a little low on potassium, so she gave me a supplement and told me to cut my caffeine for a few days and beef up on potassium-rich foods. I went home relieved and thought that was the end of that. 

Weeks later I found myself in the …

A Beautiful Exchange--Part One

The following post is not about marriage, but about recent events in my life that have changed my marriage in a lot of ways. The entire story is too long and detailed to finish in one post, so below is only the first part.

I woke out of a dead sleep to my heart pounding out of my chest, my lungs feeling like they just couldn't get enough oxygen into them. I felt like the air was too thick to breathe, like I needed to get out of the room, of the house. I felt like my pajamas were too tight and were restricting me. I felt like I was going to pass out, and throw up, and die all at the same time. I felt like a drowning person, thrashing for air, for something to hold onto, for anything that would pull me out of this. When I tried to stand up, my legs would give way. I tried to reach for some water and my arms were too heavy to move. I tried to call out for help to my sleeping husband and could barely let out a whisper. For two solid weeks, my husband took off work to take care of me be…

Apples of Gold

(I apologize for the formatting issues in this post. The Blogger website seemed to not want to cooperate this morning.)
Like applesof gold in settings ofsilver is a word appropriately spoken. Proverbs 25:11
My husband and I had just settled in bed and turned off the lights. I could tell something was bothering him and it made me uneasy. As I usually do, I mentally went back through the events of my day and realized that I had let out a stream of angry words towards him that morning. In my defense I had just started my period that day, and I had a list of yard chores I wanted to get done, and I wasn't getting any help with them. I thought I was vindicated in letting my husband know just how frustrated I was. So I did. And the words had obviously cut deeper than I had planned or known. 
As I lay there, it took me a few minutes to build up the humility to say "I'm sorry for getting angry." What followed was my husband sharing his heart with me. Turns out my sweet husband ha…

Good Business

I've been struggling with my attitude towards my husband this week, and then I came upon this post. Sometimes we just need to be reminded of things. Originally posted April 15, 2015. 

The month of March has always been for us the busiest month of the year. Spring events are in full swing, and we have our daughter's birthday and our anniversary on back-to-back weekends. This year, it was made even more hectic by our own deadline to finish a remodeling project.

The last time Joseph and I tackled a remodeling project, I was too pregnant and sick to all. I couldn't even help with choosing materials and colors for the space. Joe was on his own most of the time, which made me feel so useless. When he did have help, I was honestly jealous of the proud moments when a part of the project would be done and the guys would go out for a drink. All I could do was stay home and sleep. After helping my husband out with everything for the first two years of our marriage, I was sudd…